From Mortal to Divinity (SI/CYOA Jumpchain)

While the first paragraph of the chapter was a little shaky, the rest was an engaging read. Repeating words in a paragraph generally breaks the flow of reading.

One the topic of the last 2 jumps, any instance of a story wherein the main character/characters lose their powers and/or skills without renumeration is extremely unsatisfying to a reader.

What you can do to alleviate this is to give your characters a unique advantage in return for losing their powers. Another important part to consider is that skills like hand-to-hand combat, swordfighting, magic proficiency, any skill that is more a mental discipline, etc. should be kept. Things like their godly domains, enhanced physical abilities like super strength and super speed, and any items of power can be taken away.

Of course since ambrosius and co. have peak human physicality, they should have peak human endurance, speed, strength, reflexes, etc.

What's important to consider with power creep is that while your characters aren't OP anymore, they are still strong enough to be compared to John Wick or any movie character that Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson has starred as. So your planned villains have to be more dangerous than a peak human as a baseline.

More dangerous in this context can also be devious. As long as the villain's trap or scheme has the potential to kill your peak human protagonist by using weapons and gadgetry, then they are sufficiently dangerous to be considered a threat.

One last consideration about power creep is how durable your protagonist is. If you make him more durable, then your villain has to use stronger weapons or abilities to actually damage your hero. When your protagonist is now so damage-resistant that all forms of conventional weaponry don't have an effect on him. All your battles are just going to devolve into a nukefest, whoever has the stronger finishing move wins. It removes a lot of tension in the battle.

While not a conventional "fight" arriane's test against armory was an engaging scene. Not because she was throwing her political weight around like a magic nuke, but because she was using her wits, wiles, and poison to outmaneuver armory and "win" her "battle".

As for the sequel, it is a very welcome idea.

If your main character for the sequel is sealing his divinity "just because" then he sounds like a more fun-loving and chill ambrosius(which is fitting, as he is ambrosius' son).

Anyways that is all the feedback I can think of for now. Good luck with your tests and great job on your writing.
 
Its sad that we are coming to an end with this series, though the sequel its a good idea and could work fine, though you would probably have to move away from the magic "nukefest" as others have put it.

With the last two jumps, don't take away everything that everyone has worked very hard for, doing that is a great way to kill all interest in reading the rest of it, no one likes their favorite characters getting nerfed, and what you are suggesting is making them almost average compared to a random NPC in a jump. No one wants that, i understand that you have a hard time making challenges for the family but don't go to the extreme side of making it interesting, because it stops being fun,.

A lot of the fun and interest that this type of fic generates is where people can put themselves into the spot of the MC doing jump chains and accruing powers and strength, and no one wants to be interrupted from that fantasy we have playing out in the back of our heads.

Like others have suggested, but maybe go to settings where its hard science and magic is mostly locked out, but they still have all of the skills and information that they have learnt, cause with what you are currently suggesting its effectively making brand new characters that just happen to be named the same and think along the same lines.

Hell, maybe make an alternate what if thing, where you take Ambro and make him go on a different jump compared to what he chose this time as like an alternate timeline. Like he jumped to say RWBY instead of DC universe. (To be perfectly honest you buggered the whole thing with going to DC that quickly, its a universe where you gain power stupid quick, and then it wrecks the rest of it(also 9/10 times adding children to the story make it boring not so much in this case since you didn't really focus on them but keep it in mind, no one wants hanger on's to "their" success.))

I have followed this series since almost the first chapter and I hate to say it, but if you went along with the removing everything they have worked for route, I would be extremely hard pressed to continue reading afterwards.

Not trying to like passive aggressive threaten you or something, but its my opinion on what would happen both with me and with others.
 
Yup, completely nerfing the MC in the name of 'challenges' always leaves a bad taste in my mouth...

Good idea for an alt Ambros/parallel universe Ambros though. This way you can avoid the OP family start. But I reckon, the jumps would have to restart from the very beginning, could probably leave in Batman though. I think the power scale got fucked since Percy Jackson, and could definitely use a much longer wind up next time around.
 
Invasion of Fiore
Magic Council Headquarters, Fiore Branch

South of Crocus, Fiore

Ishgar

X777


South of Crocus, the capital city of Fiore, is the Magic Council Headquarters for the Fiore Branch of the Council. The building itself sits in an extremely rocky area completely lacking any sort of vegetation. The area consists of a multitude of large boulders, a narrow gorge leading to the building itself, and a series of small hills that are visible not far from the place, making it a strategic nightmare to attack conventionally or without the use of magic.

The building's exterior, living up to its owners' high and mighty attitude, has a very outlandish appearance to it. Topping the lower structure is a series of smaller structures suspended in the air at various heights, which compose the rest of the headquarters. The building's interior seems to also be monumental like the external appearance. Given access to by a double door, topped by a high window with an arched summit, is a long, extremely high corridor with an arched ceiling. However, none of these or any other architectural details matter for unlike on a normal day, the building is full of activity as Rune Knights can be seen milling all over and rushing from one place to another, while sentient frog-like creatures urgently hop from one place to another.

Inside an unspecified room, a large circular table can be found devoid of any chairs. Around the table the members of the Magic Council can be found meeting with each other along with an armored Mordred to discuss the most recent development in the situation with Ishgar.

"Where are you?" questions Mordred as she looks around the room, seeing as none of the members of the council are truly there and are in fact using Thought Projection magic, a type of Magic which allows its user to create a psychic copy of his or her body, in order to attend the meeting. "You are members of the Fiore Magic Council and as such are leaders of Fiore's magical community. You should be here physically to deal with this, not as Thought Projections." she says.

"We believe that it is wiser for all of us to be scattered around the Kingdom in case one of us is attacked. This way we cannot all be killed at once, leaving the magical community leaderless." explains one of the council's members.

"Translation: we are cowards fearing for our lives and have decided to hide somewhere safe until the Alvarez Empire's invasion is dealt with by the more competent and productive members of society." responds Mordred with a sneer, drawing gasps of shock and cries of outrage from the members of the Council.

"Commander Mordred!" exclaims the Chairman, the leader of the Council. "Watch your words and your tone! It was us who elevated you to your position and we can just as easily remove you from it!" he claims.

"Eh, empty threats." scoffs Mordred with a smirk. "Anyway, the purpose of this attempted meeting was to plan a defensive strategy and a counterattack, but seeing your cowardice and your lack of any form of intelligence that does not contribute to anything but your sense of self preservation, I have decided that none of your input is needed nor wanted. As such, I leave you all to cower in peace in your 'safe' havens." says Mordred before she turns around and makes her way out of the meeting room while completely ignoring the outraged Council.

Once outside of the room, Mordred makes her way to another room situated just down the hallway from her previous location, the Rune Knight command center for emergency situations such as this.

"How is the situation?" asks Mordred as she walks into the Rune Knights command center where Arturia is coordinating with the lower members of the chain of command to mount a defensive strategy. Inside the room one can find various magical holograms with various information on them, such as situational reports for every Rune Knight headquarters throughout the Kingdom, troop positions, casualties, etc…

"They took the bait like we expected, but we did not expect them to be so vicious and honorless as to wipe out any towns they have stumbled upon in order to limit the information we receive." answers Artoria with a frown and disgust dripping from her voice.

"How vile. There are countless ways to make it to Magnolia without resorting to such tactics." comments Mordred with a disgusted frown. "Where are their last known locations?" she asks.

"A small merchant town on the outskirts of Fiore, near Hargeon Town and not too far south of Magnolia. A Rune Knight outpost on the far northern side of the Kingdom, and one more set of troops was found coming from the West." explains Artoria. " The merchant town was whipped out, the outpost was destroyed seconds after they transmitted the alert, and the reconnaissance team that found the troops in the West barely escaped an attack." informs Arturia. "They've completely surrounded Fiore with the only way of escape being to the East via the Kingdoms of Bosco and Sven."

"Are they using the sea or are they teleporting in?" asks Mordred.

"Both. They teleported ships filled with soldiers to our shores." answers Artoria. "Unfortunately for them however we anticipated all but their savagery so far."

"What of their magical powerhouses?" questions Mordred as she looks at the most recent casualty report.

"Inactive. According to our intelligence, none of the members of the Spriggan Knights have taken to the battlefield. However, the S-Squad encountered two squads within the army whose leaders almost reached the Spriggan Knights in terms of power" responds Arturia. "The first one they encountered was led by a machine named Wall Eehto. Despite his power the new armor and their training allowed the Squad to quickly dispose of him. Then they met the Neinhart Squad and were forced to use the armors' Final Solution." says Arturia, prompting Mordred to quickly look up from the report.

"What?" questions a rightfully alarmed Mordred considering that the Final Solution of the S-Squad's armor, a squad of six mages put together to take on mages above S-Rank, is designed to allow them to face any member of the Wizard Saints at the expense of their lives. "

"They managed to defeat their enemy, but at the expense of three of their members. The other three are currently recuperating." explains Arturia. "Had the leaders of those squads grown a bit more they easily would have become members of the Spriggan Knights."

"If that's the case then they did well. Remind me to reward them once we deal with the Empire." comments Mordred before she briefly flares her divine power in a specific pattern.

In response to her action, a cloaked figure garbed in the uniform of the League of Assassins appears kneeling in front of her.

"Lady Mordred, how may I be of service?" asks the assassin.

"Where are my father and mother? No one has seen them in days." says Mordred.

"They are currently in Westeros." answers the shadow.

"Inform them of the situation." orders Mordred.

Since they haven't found a way to communicate omniversally yet, and honestly have not been looking, the Malphas make use of members of the League of Assassins as messengers who can simply be called upon by flaring their power in a certain power. One of the features of their new uniforms allows them to sense the flare in power, allowing them to know when they are being summoned.

With a slight nod of his head, the assassin disappears from the room without leaving a trace, once again leaving Arturia and Mordred as the room's only occupants.

As the duo return to the incoming reports, an alarm blares to life as a surge of magical energy can be felt appearing above the Magic Council Headquarters. Rather than react to the blaring alarm however both Mordred and Artoria summon their respective swords, turn around and proceed to slash at the empty air. Rather than simply pass through the air unimpeded, the weapons momentarily clash with something invisible before easily slicing through it like a hot knife through butter. Following through in their assault, the duo proceed to move forward and slash once more through the air, sending a deluge of blood flying as a previously invisible body falls to the ground dead with its head decapitated and its body bisected at the waist.

"Jacob Lessio, also known as Assassin and a member of the Alvarez Empire's Spriggan Knights. Not surprising that they would send him to assassinate us." comments Artoria as she and Mordred proceed to flick the blood from their swords before turning to the monitor that displays the current situation of their headquarters.

"No, but this certainly is." replies Mordred as she points to the monitor showcasing a gigantic eye with a cross-shaped pattern manifesting over the headquarters. "It certainly is an interesting piece of surveillance magic." she says as the eye disappears just as quickly as it appeared while screams of pain and fear can be heard coming from the main lobby of the building.

Not bothering with checking the monitors for the reasons for the scream, Mordred dashes out of the room and easily makes her way to the first floor where she finds the cause for the screams, a demon who incites death simply with his presence due to the copious amount of poisonous particles that overwhelm and kill those who inhale them within mere moments. The demon is none other than Bloodman, a member of the Spriggan Knights of the Alvarez Empire.

Bloodman is a very tall, extremely muscular demon with an overall macabre appearance; his chest is covered in a black and red demonic breastplate that wraps itself around his lower abdomen. Attached to his breastplate are extremely large, irregularly-shaped metallic pauldrons that connect and fade out into his extremely long cloak, which he uses to keep hooded his head, upon which he wears what appears to be a red oni mask with his eye area painted yellow all around extending to his chin to conceal his face.

On his arms, Bloodman wears a fishnet, mesh-like material, which is partially concealed by his overly-large pauldrons and gloves; the gloves themselves are frayed, and bear a zigzag pattern below the fray, however, attached to the zigzag pattern are also irregularly-flowing designs that the resemble bone structure of the hand, as they travel down from the forearm of the glove and branch off at the knuckles and travel down to each fingertip. The aforementioned zigzag pattern also appears on the material that is exposed on the parts of his torso that Bloodman's breastplate does not cover, and around his waist he wears a belt. His lower body is concealed from view by a dark robe that reaches up to his feet. Just below the belt, it sports a pattern of circles that travels around his person. All in all one couldn't fault anyone for mistaking the demon to be the grim reaper.

Having taken in the scene of her Knights and the frog-like creatures screaming in pain as the die from inhaling the poisonous particles discharged by the demon, Mordred does not hesitate to leap at him with her sword poised to slash his head off while she coats her entire body in a layer of wind that repels the poisonous particles. Despite having the element of surprise, Mordred's sword does nothing but harmlessly pass through the demon's body that is now revealed to be made entirely of magical barrier particles, very poisonous anti-magic particles and the same particles that magical barriers are made of. With a body made of it Bloodman can deform, shape and move his body however he desires, it also makes him near completely immune to all forms of both physical and magical damage.

"Tch, magical barrier particles. How annoying." comments Mordred as she uses her momentum to create some distance between her and Bloodman.

"Hehehe," chuckles the demon. "What's this, an opponent who can withstand my presence? No matter you will die just as the others did. After all, to touch me is to touch death itself." he says menacingly.

"Please, I was raised by death herself. You are nothing but a poor and discounted imitation." scoffs Mordred with a roll of her eyes.

Rather than answer her with words, Bloodman snarls and moves onto the attack.

"Magical Barrier Particle Mass!" roars the demon as his magical barrier particle- made up arm launches itself at Mordred.

Exhaling slowly through her mouth, Mordred waits until the arm is mere millimeters away from her face before making her move. In a burst of raw speed she leaves behind an afterimage as she makes her way from her original position to her opponent and easily beheading him in the split second that his body becomes corporeal in order for his attack to connect.

"Next time you want to parade yourself as death incarnate, at least make sure that you yourself cannot fall to her clutches." says Mordred as the demon's head falls from his shoulders and he slowly comes to the realisation that it is in fact dead. In a last ditch effort to kill Mordred, the demon swipes its arm towards her neck only for her to incinerate his entire body when his nails reach millimeters away from slashing her jugular.

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AN: So I'm back and a little rusty, so this chapter is a bit shorter than usual. The next one or two chapters will end the Fairy Tail portion of the vacation and we'll see them revisit at least one world that Ambrosius has already been to before continuing to the next vacation world which will most like be Mortal Kombat (for like two to four chapters). I've also seen your suggestions and feedback, and just didn't answer since I didn't have time then. Once we reach close enough to the end of the entire story I'll most likely put up a poll for the sequel. Right now it's either a sequel with a son of Ambrosius (way more laidback than his dad), a new jumpchain entirely, a campione fic, or an x-men/marvel si/oc. As usual tell me what you guys think, and suggestions and criticism are welcomed.
 
Sería genial si regresara al mundo de Avatar durante la época de Korra. Me gustaría ver a Azula viviendo con Korra. ¿Se harían amigos o simplemente se tolerarían el uno al otro?
 
A campione fic, the setting can be really interesting, and you don't necessarily need to start with a campionne MC, the MC becoming one being the final battle would actually be an interesting plot point.
 
Campione is very interesting for an SI, maybe do an out of context power instead of making them a Campione since most battles in Campione are just seriously confusing, since its battles are literally all about finding magical legal loopholes in the powers and legends of things after which the Campione hits them with their sword to "Kill" them.

A marvel MCU Si would be interesting otherwise if the SI is just in normal marvel universe, they would get fucked instantly due to the sheer amount of powered beings running everywhere.
 
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Did the MC become female? I've only read the story till Percy Jackson and forgot to watch the thread, so found it again today.
 
Submission
Fairy Tail Guild Hall, Magnolia

Fiore

Ishgar

X777


"Oi brat, why am here?" questions an irritated Bahamut from his leaning position on the wall next to the Fairy Tail Guild Hall's entrance. We are currently standing outside of the guild hall awaiting Zeref and whatever forces he decides to teleport here along with. And unlike his usual sea serpent form, Bahamut has taken the form of a human after some persuasion on my part. Standing half a foot taller than me at six feet eight inches tall, Bahamut possesses white hair and brown skin the same shade as me along with a much more muscular build than I. He wears an ocean blue tunic along with black trousers and boots.

"Oi brat!" exclaims the serpent in protest to my lack of answer.

"What?" I reply irritatedly at being referred to as brat. Granted, compared to his thousands of years my centuries make me a child compared to him. That does not however make me accept the namesake, which I relay to him by shocking him with a small bolt of lightning

"Why am I here?" he asks once again.

"Because I said so." I simply reply.

"Ok, why do you say so? I know it's not because you need help fighting whoever this Zeref fellow is. You could have taken him even before you became a god." he claims.

"You are here to face Acnologia, The Dragon King." I finally answer.

"Dragon King? You mean the king of those overgrown lizards that call themselves Dragons?" he asks with a laugh, earning a raised eyebrow from me. "Wait,…" he says as he forces himself to stop laughing, " …you're serious?" he asks me, causing me to nod yes in return which in turn serves to make him laugh even harder.

Confused as to where the comedic factor to my statement is I give him a questioning look while raising my other eyebrow.

"Look, I'm not saying that the 'dragons' of this universe are weak," he says before pausing. "Actually, no. I am saying that these overgrown lizards are weak. In fact they are so weak that I could take the entire species on by myself and come out completely fine. Which is why I don't understand why you need me to beat that lizard."

"One, I do not need you to beat Acnologia, I want you to because I believe that you need to do something other than sleep all day in Gotham Bay. Two, the dragons are extinct so that would not be much of a challenge, and last how do you know so much about this world?" I ask him.

"Well even if they weren't extinct I could solo them easily. As for how I know so much about this world, sleeping in Gotham Bay isn't the only thing I do. Sometimes I wake up to go to Asgard." he says with a shrug.

"Regardless of whether you occasionally leave Gotham Bay or not I have decided that you will face Acnologia. It is about time you start to do some work as opposed to constantly sleeping. As of now you are the only member of the pantheon that is not working." I tell him.

"Heh?! I haven't seen Hecate do any work at all. In fact where the fuck is she anyway?" he asks.

"She is currently examining the Dark Multiverse to decide what the best course of action for it would be." I reply.

"That vile place? I say that we just destroy it completely." he suggests. "After all it's a mirror version of the regular multiverse where anything that can go wrong will go wrong times ten or even a hundred."

"I was of the same mind until Azula suggested that we integrate it with Hell. It will serve as a place of punishment for the worse of the worse. A place where they live a tortured and miserable life as recompense for their previous actions." I answer.

"Well damn." says Bahamut with a whistle. "I knew that there was a reason why she was the one in charge of Hell."

Before I can answer him Zeref appears down the street from us along with two companions that follow just a step behind him in a show of deference. Despite being hundreds of years old, Zeref has the appearance of a young man. He wears high-collared black and white robes with gold trim, along with a large, flowing white toga draped around his torso. He has short black hair, dark eyes, and abnormally sharp canines. He also wears a pendant, where he keeps a childhood picture of Natsu and himself.

The first companion that catches my eye is a relatively tall, fair-skinned, still quite well-toned old man with blackish eyes and roughly shoulder-length, wavy, grayish-white hair, with the majority of his bangs swept leftward. He has a short mustache, and a lengthy, mildly thin beard that reaches down to his upper torso, shoots up towards the mouth in large spikes, and links to his main hair via sideburns. This man is none other than August, the abandoned son of Mavis and Zeref. Something that neither of them know.

As befitting of somewhere who follows the old and wise wizard trope, August sports a long, white and purple robe consisting of two major pieces: a long garment that reaches past his knees, with a tattered bottom edge and intricately designed linings on the ends of its sleeves, including a line of dark lozenges, and a shorter, more billowing garment above it, over only his chest area.

The second person is someone that Bahamut immediately pays attention to, and I am honestly not surprised considering the fact that she is a beautiful woman. Nowhere near as beautiful as Azula, Morgan, or Scáthach, but still more beautiful than the majority of women I have met throughout my travels in the omniverse. She is a tall, voluptuous woman with thickly braided, bow-adorned, scarlet hair. Her two front braids have two golden ornaments near the upper sections; she also wears two U-shaped earrings, one on each ear, and wears red lipstick.

For clothing, Irene dons a risqué version of the typical witch's garb. Her black top has a diamond-shaped opening, exposing a portion of her breasts, and a heart-shaped pattern around the borders. It extends down to the navel of her stomach where it meets a large angular scar, is draped over by a dark-colored cape with a light-colored inside and two medallion gold-like ornaments, and is held together by a golden chain. Not left bare, too, her neck is decorated by other small cloth-based accessories, including a wide bow. Additionally, Irene wears an elongated black loincloth with the symbol of the Alvarez Empire emblazoned on its front, having white borders on its edges and being connected to another cloth piece with the very same heart-shaped design. To finish off her outfit she wears black thigh-high boots with heels that have a white-colored border near the top and gloves of the same color and design, only having claw-like extensions, along with a black witch's hat is much larger than her head and possesses dreadlock designs with white bandaging near its ends. She is none other than Irene Belserion, mother of Erza, Queen of Dragnof, a nation where dragons and humans used to mingle peacefully, and a pioneer of Dragon Slayer Magic.

"Zeref, the infamous black wizard and ruler of the Alvarez Empire, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." I say as he and his group stop a few feet away from Bahamut and I. "I am Ambrosius Malphas, but you may refer to me as Lord Malphas." I introduce myself, earning looks of displeasure from August and Irene while Zeref himself remains impassive.

"You will show respect to the Emperor!" exclaims August with a firm tone as he raises his staff before forcefully bringing it back down, no doubt in an attempt to intimidate me into submission with his magical power, only for nothing to happen.

"Hehehehe, having performance issues old man?" mockingly questions Bahamut with a laugh. "It's alright, not all of us can be centuries old and still be at our peak. Isn't that right, Queen of Dragons?" he adds with a teasing smirk and a wink, earning looks of irritation from our enemies and a curious one from me.

"Oi Bahamut, are you trying to flirt with her?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

"Who else would I be flirting with? She's the only hot dragon lady here. Yea she's pretty weak, but that can be fixed with some training." he answers with a shrug.

"Interesting, I always believed that you were simply too lazy to go looking for a significant other." I tell him.

"Not lazy, it's just that all the female dragons in our multiverse are fucked in the head. All of them are a bunch of sadists, especially in bed." he retorts with a shrug.

"Interesting." I reply as I turn my attention back to our irritated adversaries. "My apologies, it seems that I have veered us off track." I apologise.

"No worries, it was an enlightening exchange." answers Zeref as he sneaks a glance towards an annoyed Irene by his sides.

"Now, you may be wondering why you have been unable to use magic ever since your arrival, and the answer is simple. You have entered into a domain that I personally set." I inform them, earning alarmed looks from August and Irene while Zeref merely raises an eyebrow. "The rules of the domain are simple, no one may use magic unless given my express permission. As of now no one may use even the simplest form of magic, not even to enhance their physical parameters."

"Is there a purpose to this?" questions August.

"Considering the fact that I can turn you all to dust with a simple look regardless of whether or not you are at full power, no." I answer, earning looks of askance from them. "The truth of the matter is that I find that one can have a more productive conversation with their enemies should both sides be deprived of their standard means of combat." I tell them. Of course left unsaid to them is that I can easily kill them all with just my martial arts even if they use magic.

"What do you wish to talk about?" asks Zeref.

"Rather than a conversation, it is more along the lines of a simple proposal." I answer. "In exchange for your submission and loyalty, I will exterminate Acnologia for you, heal you of your madness, and reunite you with both your beloved and your son." I tell him, earning a glare from August.

"Madness?" questions Zeref with a slight frown.

"Yes, your madness. Perhaps you have not noticed, but your centuries of isolation, bringing about death and destruction along with being hated by the world has twisted your mind. The fact that you have not decided to obliterate the world despite it all is a testament to the good in your soul and your resilience. I have met immortals who have suffered less and acted far more atrociously compared to you." I explain to him.

"Madness?" he softly asks once again while internally reflecting on his recent actions. Invading a country simply to acquire a magical core of almost infinite proportions which coincidentally happens to be the body of his beloved. All to simply kill the calamity of humanity that is Acnologia. Even now it is clear that he is struggling to pick the more peaceful path despite knowing that my words are not empty. Throughout this entire exchange I have not hidden my power, which is why August and Irene have kept quiet despite being displeased with how I treat Zeref like a subordinate as opposed to the Emperor that he is.

Despite this however, Zeref still struggles to choose the more peaceful path due to his madness. One may wonder why I don't simply heal him of his madness so that he may choose correctly, and the answer is simple, this is a test. A test of his resilience and whether the kind man that he used to be is still in there somewhere, because I plan to make him a member of my pantheon. He will become the overseer of this world just like I plan to make Daenerys the overseer of her world once she dies and joins us in Asgard.

After what seems to be hours, Zeref releases a sigh and slowly falls on a knee.

"I accept your proposal Lord Malphas." he says with a bow of his head, shocking Irene and August.

"Stand." I order him with a smile even as I plunge into his mind and heal him while he follows my command. Disoriented from the sudden changes in his mind, Zeref stumbles forward only to be caught by Bahamut.

"Easy there." says Bahamut as Zeref falls unconscious in his arms. Not willing to leave his emperor to Bahamut, August steps forward and takes him from Bahamut.

"I trust that you will obey the wishes of your emperor?" I ask him and Irene.

"What of our forces?" asks Irene after she and August answered me with a nod.

"By now they will have retreated back to the Empire and a parley will have been struck between the two nations. As far as the world knows, the Rune Knights along with four S-Class mages of Fairy Tail repelled your attacks and peace has been fallen between the two nations. As far as the King of Fiore knows reparations will be made since you lost the war." I answer. "Don't worry your Empire will not be taken advantage of." I add seeing the worried expressions on their faces.

Before they can express their gratitude, a monstrous roar resounds throughout the sky as a massive dragon, by this world's standards, with pitch black scales with blue spirals appears over the horizon.

"He's pretty small." observes Bahamut before he opens his mouth and a ball of lightning starts to form in his mouth.

"What are you doing?! If you release that he will simply eat it and become more powerful!" alarmedly exclaims Irene as she lunges to stop him.

Before she can reach him however, the ball turns into a beam that completely disintegrates the black dragon, leaving nothing but dust behind shocking Irene and August into silence.

"Uh, I thought that he could at least take this much." mutters a disappointed Bahamut as he rubs the back of his head earning looks of shock from Irene and August while I simply chuckle at the fact that he hasn't even realised that since bonding with me he's grown at least ten times more powerful. The idiot has been too busy sleeping to notice. How typical of him.

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AN: Sorry for the very late chapter guys, but my brain has been full of ideas for different stories and I've been storyboarding them all. Originally I've been planning to finish this fic before starting another, but since the plot is over and this is just them on vacation while slowly starting to build their pantheon I figured that I could start another story for those who are done with this one. Below are the options and you guys can vote.

Option A: Campione fic with an OC. Synopsis: His first memory is of the gladiatorial coliseum. He does not remember a time before his slavery, which is obvious considering the fact that he was born into it. So he bided his time for an opportunity to escape, an opportunity that came in the form of power. Now as a Campione he will make sure that none ever chain him ever again, and may Pandora have mercy on those who try for he will have none.

Option B: Highschool DxD fic with a reincarnated OC. Synopsis: His previous life was wrought with nothing but danger. As the third son of a multibillion dollar empire he was not the heir, not that honor belonged to his older sister while his older brother was in charge of external affairs. He on the hand was the enforcer that dismantled the enemies of his family. As such he was not surprised that he died young. What surprised him however was the fact that he was reborn in a world that one his little cousins enjoyed watching.

Option C: Jumpchain fic with one of Ambrosius' biological sons. It will focus mostly on science as opposed to magic. Synopsis: Eosphoros Malphas, or Eos, is the son of none other than Ambrosius Malphas, one of the most powerful beings to traverse entire omniverses, and King of the most powerful pantheon in countless multiverses. Unlike his older twin brother and his older sister, Eos has no interest in taking up his duty as a god. Which is why his family isn't surprised when he seals his divinity and begins traveling the multiverses that his family have not been to in search of entertainment.
 
Option A: Campione fic with an OC. Synopsis: His first memory is of the gladiatorial coliseum. He does not remember a time before his slavery, which is obvious considering the fact that he was born into it. So he bided his time for an opportunity to escape, an opportunity that came in the form of power. Now as a Campione he will make sure that none ever chain him ever again, and may Pandora have mercy on those who try for he will have none.

Option B: Highschool DxD fic with a reincarnated OC. Synopsis: His previous life was wrought with nothing but danger. As the third son of a multibillion dollar empire he was not the heir, not that honor belonged to his older sister while his older brother was in charge of external affairs. He on the hand was the enforcer that dismantled the enemies of his family. As such he was not surprised that he died young. What surprised him however was the fact that he was reborn in a world that one his little cousins enjoyed watching.

Option C: Jumpchain fic with one of Ambrosius' biological sons. It will focus mostly on science as opposed to magic. Synopsis: Eosphoros Malphas, or Eos, is the son of none other than Ambrosius Malphas, one of the most powerful beings to traverse entire omniverses, and King of the most powerful pantheon in countless multiverses. Unlike his older twin brother and his older sister, Eos has no interest in taking up his duty as a god. Which is why his family isn't surprised when he seals his divinity and begins traveling the multiverses that his family have not been to in search of entertainment.
 
Ehh, you forgot a few pretty crucial details in the synopsis. Option A is on modern times or ancient greek/roman? Option B: What is his new life like, and what does he want to do? Did he reeincarnate as a human, devil, something else?
 
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